#quindi

[pgfone]

Sembra di stare nello scenario di Blade runner, dove piove sempre e li fuori è pieno di replicanti.

[aelfwin3]

Avevo già un debole per Livorno ed i livornesi (mi scusino gli amici pisani e la mia ex senese). Sono cresciuto leggendo di tanto in tanto il Vernacoliere con i suoi fava di lesso e company pur essendo fuori regione, anzi, scopro con dispiacere che questo mese sarà l'ultimo numero. Ma oggi, arrivando da Porta a Terra per andare in albergo, vedo per la prima volta il Forum Modigliani con la meraviglia di scoprirmi accolto da una tetta enorme come solo Mont Saint Michel era riuscito a ricordarmi come sensazione. Come posso non amare questo posto? Purtroppo ormai è buio e piove quindi allego foto presa da Wikipedia per non averne potuto scattare di mio.

[machiavelli]

stanno già a tirarcela dietro aiuto

[dustedmagazine]

Fortunato Durutti Marinetti — Bitter Sweet, Sweet Bitter (We Are Time/Quindi)

“You were…full of fire, and I was in need…of some…heat,” murmurs the native Italian/currently Canadian Daniele Colussi in the opening seconds of this fourth full-length, a startlingly bare interval in an album otherwise packed to the gills with lush orchestral sounds. It doesn’t last long. Within half a minute, strings, horns, bass, guitar, drums all rush in from the wings, a slightly funkified iteration of 1960s crooner arrangements. Think Tom Jones, but not singing exactly, more brooding and looming and muttering into a wash of baroque overdrive.

This latest recording is very much in line with the artist’s catalogue. Indeed, we find ourselves nodding along to Alex Johnson’s take on 2024’s Eight Waves in Search of an Ocean, which he called, “eminently listenable, engaging and, if paid proper attention, engrossing — although not always comfortably.” The discomfort comes from the fact that lavishly backed jazz poetry is not our favorite genre; the engrossment comes in because Colussi does it very, very well.

The key is maybe, the way that FDM slips tension into its fluid ease, in keyboard stabs that vibrate so hard you see them double, in twitchy bass lines, in the uneasy lyrics that are, at once, suave and manic, seductive and threatening. “Beware of reverie, sentimentality, and of taking yourself to seriously,” whispers Victoria Cheong a.k.a. New Chance in “Beware,” standing in as Jane Birkin to Colussi’s Gainsbourg, an accessory to his cracked but effortless cool.

“Call Me the Author” starts in swipes of stringed instruments, a chamber music wrapping around Colussi’s oblique musings about artistic frustration and breakthrough. (For instance, “I started out as a dog, a dog that refused to bark, and then I became a bird, a bird that chose not to fly, and I was a bird that dug a hole deep down to the dirt to hide from the sky.”) It’s a song about kicking loose from self-imposed limitations, and perhaps the music, which blossoms extravagantly in the final moments, is another example.

“A Perfect Pair,” the single, tips into 1970s kitsch, with its giddy strings, its ingratiating melody, its sugar-dipped electric guitar riffs; I like it less than the others. Yet while the music cloys, the words are rather good, with knotty metaphors about love and race cars, delivered without sentimentality but with a genuine faith in love.  This is odd, but occasionally entrancing stuff.

Jennifer Kelly

[fortezzabastiani]

Un amore impossibile è possibile che resista a tutto, anche ad altri amori perché lascia sempre intatto il desiderio che brilla nel ricordo e nel ricordo si ama davvero, forse anche di più. Quanto può durare un impossibile? Un vero amore impossibile è per sempre.

(Robert James Waller, I ponti di Madison County)

[sara-smind]

Ragazzi se mai dovesse capitarvi un tramonto così mettetevi le cuffie con il volume al massimo con "Purple in the sky" a ripetizione e fatevi un giro finché non arriva il buio, vi assicuro che è un'esperienza da vivere 💜

[maledettadaunangelo]

Quindi, se non fai pace con lo spazio vuoto dentro di te, niente potrà mai davvero riempirti.

[chipensadiconoscermisbaglia]

Anche sull’Apple Pencil